Fred Weasley (2025)

What do you think of when you hear Fred Weasley, he wrote extravagantly in black ink, do you think of the prankster, the deceased twin, the alive twin or the real person?

Fred sighed and put his writing equipment away. Everywhere in his room it was there, second, his quidditch jersey from sixth year - as he moved into seventh - had a number two stamped across the back, along with Weasley.

"Second, I'll always be second," he muttered scornfully, running a hand though his hair. "Fred Weasley the second. The second generation of Weasley twins. The second twin. Second beater on the quidditch team. A carbon copy of the first Fred Weasley."

Fred thought to what his aunt Hermione had always told him, 'Minus the highness. Zero the hero. First the worst. Second the best. Third the one with the hairy chest.' If only she was here now telling how foolish he was being. How he didn't need to prove to the world he wasn't just another Weasley, but she has a life, outside of him. She has Rose and Hugo and Uncle Ron. He wished, longed to have a life like that.

He didn't want to live a life where his mother and father spent his father's birthday in their room bawling their eyes out over, dead Uncle Fred, he didn't want for his birthday to come a day after and have his parents, wearing red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks, from crying the day before.

He wanted a life where his dad was proud of him.

There.

He said it.

Fred George Weasley admitted it.

He admitted that he thought - no knew - his father was disappointed in him.

When he first started Hogwarts and his sister, Roxanne and James and Louis received their first howler, telling them how much trouble they were in, once the Christmas holidays began. His father had body binded all three women and taken over the howlers - saying how proud he was. He didn't send a single thing to Fred that year.

He'd felt so neglected that he threw himself in work. Became a bookworm. Sure he got teased about it but at least he did something to prove he wasn't Fred Weasley II.

Sometimes, very rarely but it happened, he helped out when his cousins and sister needed him but he never got in trouble for it. It was his ideas that seemed to fly through but the others always got the credit. It just wasn't fair! Fred was aware he was acting like a ten year old but after all of these years of acting older than he is, he deserved it.

A knock sounded at his bedroom door. Fred got up from his desk and opened the door. To his pleasure it was his aunt 'Mione.

"Aunt Hermione!" He feigned surprise holding back a smile, just seeing her made his heart swell, this was his real mum, not the one who spent more one with Roxy. "What are you doing here? Please take a seat, sorry about the mess. If mum had told me you were. Coming I'd have cleaned up quicker than a-" Fred fretted, making room for her to sit on the bed.

Hermione laughed, "A cleansweep, I know."

Fred grinned, then slowly he remembered what he had been doing earlier. His veins boiled in anger and tears sprouted at his eyes, unconsciously he brushed them away and smiled at his aunt again.

"Fred. Freddie, I know something is wrong, you can't hide it from me," She whispered giving him a a hug.

"Why don't Mum or Dad love me?" He asked, beige shaking his head and forcing a grin onto his face, "I-I was just being stupid, forget I said anything. Shall I get you some tea from downstairs?"

"Fred," Hermione said with a glare, softening when they looked at one another, "Course they love you! Why wouldn't they?"

"Because of James, and Louis, and Roxanne!" He said bitterly, "They made dad proud. When I turned twenty dad couldn't look at me for a while year, because he kept seeing dead Uncle Fred dead, squashed by a wall, when he was twenty!" Fred yelled, pouring his heart out to his aunt. While she rubbed his back soothingly, telling him it was going to be okay. "And then-" Fred paused and wiped his eyes. He heard a sound at the door, by the looks of it so did his aunt.

Hermione opened the door and saw, James, Roxanne, Louis, George and Angelina. He latter with tears pouring out their eyes.

Angelina shoved the tray of goodies she'd bought up into Roxanne's arms and ran into the room, giving Fed the hug he needed. George ran in too and joined his wife.

"Fred George Weasley!" Angelina bawled, "H-How cou-ld we- we bit lo-ve you-u!"

"Course we love you! You dolt!" George sniffed wiping his eyes.

"Dad?" Roxanne said setting the tray of food down and walking towards George carefully, "are you… crying?"

"No!" George said wiggling his nose, "Weasley men don't cry!" He recited, voice breaking at the end. "Unless absolutely necessary… like now."

"Ange? George? Maybe it's time you show them… the Fox," Hermione said gently. George and Angelina sucked in a breath.

Angelina nodded, "O-okay, Rox, hold my arm, Fred hold your dad's arm… we're going to Godric's Hollow."

Fred and Roxanne grasped their parents without an argument as they apperated.

"This, son and daughter o'mine is the red Fox's grave." George said tears openly pouring out his eyes.

"Uncle Fred's grave…" The twins said simultaneously.

Angelina continued, "We haven't taken you here before, because… we haven't-"

"-Had the guts too." George supplied. "But, Starting from today, I promise to tell you two, James and Louis every little detail about your Uncle Fred." He stared at Fred, looking into his sons eyes, "I will prove to you that you're not number two, you are Fredrick George Weasley, number one."

With that Fred kept into his dad's arms, "I love you too dad! And mum… and I suppose Roxy as well."

"Thanks Aunt Hermione," Fred whispered, clutching his dad, as his sister and mother came to join the hug.

"I love you Uncle Fred… to the stars and back…"

I hope you enjoyed reading this, I almost cried at the end!!

Note: I have swapped chapters, 2 3 around because of the date when they are set — that's why you might get an email telling you about the Rose Scorpius being their or something - I don't really know.

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Words: 1,045 (not including the bold area)